A/N: Hey all! Back from vacation with this giant chapter just for you! This gets really dark again: torture, rape, gore and kidnapping all occur in this chapter. Consider yourself warned! We've finally started to pull a bit ahead, chapter 16 is already written and we've started on 17.
To the commenter (I forgot who said it) that said it sounded like we're in Texas: you're correct! Two out of the three of us are located there. Way to guess correctly! :) Anyways, enjoy the chapter!
Luka adjusted his position in the empty room across the street from the college Adrien Agreste worked at. It had been two weeks of the same routine: he'd watch Adrien walk into the building at 7:30am sharp, monitor him as he left for lunch at noon and returned back at 1pm, and then follow him as far as the train station when he left the college for the day at 5pm. No variances, no action, no anything. This guy had to lead the most boring life in all existence. But today was going to be different than the other tedious days. She had contacted Luka just yesterday, telling him she had finally gotten a lead on where Adrien goes once he gets to the train station in Orleans. Luka had followed him to the train station in Orleans personally the first week, only for Adrien to just disappear once he got there, every single fucking time. It was a frustrating situation, and Luka never had much patience to begin with. So he had recruited her to help him once more. I wouldn't have to rely on her so much if the fucking old man hadn't of blacklisted me from being able to recruit any workers here. Bastard, Luka thought to himself. His eyes caught Adrien's bright hair as he emerged from the double doors in Luka's sight. Straightening up, Luka packed up the simple kit he had brought with him each day. Once everything was gathered, he slipped the small black backpack onto his shoulders and he was off. Adrien took the same train home every day he worked, so Luka didn't pay much attention on where Adrien was physically located. He had stayed to make sure Adrien left in his usual way, now he was able to relax until the train stopped in Orleans. Then, Luka smiled wickedly as he thought to himself, we'll see if my intel is correct. If it is, pretty boy, you won't be able to protect her from me, even with that super suit of yours.
Luka slipped out of the train doors near the end of the train cars as soon as they opened after arriving in Orleans. He only had moments to get into his new position before it was too late. He climbed the stairs in the building immediately across the street from the train station, nearly running to get to his destination. It was a little cheesy, but it was the best plan he could come up with that would get him close enough to Adrien to drop his tracker into his hair in his transformed state. He wanted the strongest magical signature possible to track, and he needed to make sure Adrien was already transformed so that the tracker didn't disappear. So he had come up with a plan that could only be enacted after Adrien became his superhero self. He burst out onto the roof of the building. He ran over to the edge and hopped up onto the ledge that ran around the edge of the rooftop access. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing a number while catching his breath.
"I'm in position." He hung up the phone after finishing his statement, slipping his phone into the pocket of his gray sweatpants. In order for the stunt he was about to pull to be believable, he had to dress the part. His black and blue locks were mussed up like he hadn't washed his hair in a few days. He was wearing a dirty plain black t-shirt. Everything about his appearance screamed 'pathetic human', which is what Luka thought about every person that did what he was about to do.
He started pacing back and forth, wringing his hands and running them through his hair occasionally. He went the length of the building a couple of times before he started to hear shouting down below.
A woman hung up her phone with a smirk. She was dressed in smart business attire; a white blouse unbuttoned dangerously close to her ample cleavage, a short black pencil skirt so tight it left nothing to the imagination, and black stiletto heels adorning her feet. Her face was covered in thick makeup, her long brown hair was curled and hanging loose around her shoulders. She could just barely see Luka standing on the edge of the roof. She watched him start to pace before she took a deep breath and pulled out all the acting skills she had learned over the course of her young life.
"Somebody! Anybody! Please help! There's a man up there, I think he's gonna jump!" She ran from person to person, drawing all eyes up to Luka on the building. The crowd was quickly whipping into a frenzy, but there was still one person who had yet to join the fray. She spotted him just as he was coming out of the alleyway he usually ducked into to transform. He looked like he was torn between fleeing and stopping to see what the commotion was about, his adorable kitty ears pointing different directions. One was pointing towards home, the other crinkled back towards the noise from the onlookers. Seizing her chance, the woman ran over to him. Just before she got to him, she artfully 'tripped' and fell towards him. He startled but managed to catch her before she crashed to the ground. He helped right her, and she stood up with her chest heaving and sticking out a little more than strictly necessary.
"Thank you so much, Sir! You look like a big strong hero," she ran her hands up his muscular arms to emphasize her words, "I think that man up there is trying to kill himself. He keeps looking down like he's gonna jump. Please, hero, won't you save him?" She looked up at him with mournful teary eyes. He remained conflicted for another moment before sighing.
"Lead me to him." The cat-man stepped back from her as he said it, creating a little space between their bodies. He followed her as she wound around the throng of people now gathered at the base of the building.
"He's at the top, on the ledge. I-" She turned around to find he was already gone. She smirked before cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting, "Oh my! Won't anyone save him?!" Satisfied her work was done, she retreated back to the train station to wait for the arrival of the next train back to Paris.
Luka heard her cry, recognizing it as their secret signal that Adrien was on his way to 'rescue' Luka from falling to his death. He turned his back on the crowd below, focusing on the only door to the rooftop access. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the tiny tracking device that looked like a snake eye. It was state of the art, as big as tick, and best of all - would melt in water. Luka figured that, since Adrien was such a pretty boy what with his modeling career and all that, he would shower as soon as he got home each day. That would allow Luka's device to fall off in the shower and down the drain, leaving no evidence it was ever there in the first place. It had cost Luka a very pretty penny to get his hands on it, but he deemed Marinette worth it. Or, rather, his revenge on her for escaping him worth it. For extra insurance, he focused his magical energy into a concentrated drop and covered the device with it. At least this way, Luka would still have a small signature to follow if the device failed. He had learned the hard way that you could never have too much insurance when enacting a plan involving public spectacles. He needed this to go off without a hitch. He needed Marinette under his thumb once more. He placed the tracker in the palm of his hand, before squeezing it into a fist.
Adrien burst out on the roof, looking around wildly before spotting the man the woman had told him about. His appearance triggered something in Adrien's mind, but he couldn't grasp the thought fully before it was slipping away from him. He shook his head and started to cautiously approach the man. "Sir, please, come down. Let's talk about what's bothering you, okay?"
Luka could feel the hatred welling up for the man in front of him, but he still had to appear pathetic for another few moments. Just get through this conversation, Luka thought with disgust. "No! I can't take being in this world anymore. I can't trust anyone! My wife left me for her childhood friend without telling me, and now she's pregnant with my child! That scum is gonna raise MY kid! I never even got the chance to tell her-" Luka laid the lies on thick to this idiot in front of him, his bleeding heart already showing.
"But that's no reason to do this! There's so much more to live for! There's always-" Adrien stopped abruptly, reaching out helplessly as the man shook his head one final time before spreading his arms out wide.
"Fuck this world. Fuck her. Fuck the asshole that she ran back to. Fuck you." Luka closed his eyes and tilted backwards. He knew this fool wouldn't be able to stand letting an 'innocent' human get hurt, so he wasn't really concerned about the fact that he was now falling rapidly to his supposed death. He kept his hands in tight fists so as to make sure the device didn't slip out. After free falling for a few moments, his descent was arrested. His eyes snapped open as he felt the magic in his body being cancelled out by the man who was now swinging him to safety. Wait, what the fuck?! Well this is interesting. How the hell is he doing that?! There goes my extra insurance, Luka thought bitterly to himself. If he didn't hate this man before, he absolutely abhorred him by this point. Knowing his time was quickly running out, he mimed flailing about, as if he hadn't yet realized that he was no longer falling. His hand came close to Adrien's head as they landed on a rooftop terrace next to the building Luka had jumped from. He swiftly opened his fist and let the tracking device fall into Adrien's golden locks. The thing supposedly clung to anything, so he hoped that the other man's hair was thick enough for it to latch onto.
"Listen, I don't have time to wait around on the police to show up, so I'm gonna give you a choice. I can either set you down and you walk away from this with no consequences and learn to deal with your shit, or I wait here for the authorities and have to explain to them what exactly I am. I don't want to do that, but I will if I need to. I'll leave it up to you though." Adrien knew he was coming off slightly harsh, but he could feel Plagg tugging on him in the back of his mind and he had the strangest urge to either punch this guy in the face or run home as fast as he could to check on Mari. This confused him to no end because he had never seen this man before in his life. A strong sense of familiarity washed over Chat, but before he could think any further, the man spoke quietly.
"I don't want to be arrested or interrogated. Just take me to an alleyway and let me go home. But, I'd like to know the name of the man who turned my life around. Who knows, maybe I'll name my son after you if I ever have one." Luka could barely hold back the dark laughter that bubbled at the surface. Like he would ever consider naming any child of his after this pretty boy. But he did wonder whether or not Adrien would reveal the name of his true identity or if he would lie about it. He wanted to get away from this man as fast as possible, the void of where his magic should be taunting him, leaving him feeling naked and powerless. And Luka didn't take feeling powerless very well at all.
"Chat Noir." Chat bounded down to the alleyway the man had spoke of, setting him down in the middle of it. The man stuck his hand out to shake Chat's, but Chat just put two fingers up to his temple and pushed them away from his head in a farewell gesture. He just wanted to put as much distance between himself and all this commotion as fast as possible. Taking a running start, he extended his baton out and used it as leverage to hoist himself in the air. He continued to work his way out of the city, before long finding himself unable to vault anymore because the cover of buildings was gone. He stowed his baton back in its normal resting spot before starting to jog into the sporadic tree cover, intent on getting home, never noticing that there was someone following him.
Luka stuck his head around the corner of the house he was currently hiding behind. He glanced down at his phone once more to make sure he had the visual location that corresponded with the tracking dot on his phone. He couldn't help the wicked smile that graced his face the longer he stared at the unassumingly quaint house that Adrien Agreste had just disappeared into. Now he just had to plan some ruse to get Marinette out of it so that he could snatch her up. He was so close to having her again, he could almost taste her terror. As he continued to watch the house, his mouth dropped open as she emerged from the front door. He could barely make out Agreste in the doorway beyond. It looked like this was some sort of a routine between them, judging by the basket dangling from Marinette's arm. She must be headed to the market, he realized with a jolt. A bustling market was the perfect place to make someone disappear. He melted into the shadows before taking off towards the marketplace.
Marinette mentally went over the list of the ingredients she needed for the Chicken Meuniére she wanted to make for dinner tonight. They needed more chicken, some fresh parsley and other herbs since Adrien had a taste for them and used them on everything. Damn models and their leafy greens obsessions, Marinette thought to herself with a good natured grumble. She wouldn't change anything about her model fiancè, not even his weird eating habits. She smiled as she continued to walk towards the market. She had really come to enjoy the people in Loire, everyone was so friendly and helpful. When they had first arrived, seeking asylum away from Luka's gaze, she had gone through a brief period of depression. Couped up in the house they had bought, no friends to see and no one to talk to when Adrien was gone, she had spent her days staring listlessly at the giant television Adrien had in the living room. When they had finally ran out of food, Adrien suggested she start making trips to the market, just to get her out of the house. He had personally checked it out and found it to be a small market but seemingly safe, so he told her she would be safe visiting it when they needed more produce or meat. Even just that little time outside had a marked effect on Marinette's psyche, she would return exhausted but full of life and gushing over every little conversation she had or thing she had seen. So she had gone from going once a week, to twice a week, and now she went each time they needed something in particular as well.
She swung the basket around as she stepped into the marketplace, taking a deep breath to inhale the scents. Fresh bread, whose smell reminded her of her family's bakery, and cooked meat samples that were abundantly offered to customers by almost every stand to compliment the produce sold, made Marinette's mouth water each time she came. She smiled and called out a greeting to each stand owner that she passed. They waved to her and called out their own greetings to her before returning back to their businesses. She made her way through the throng of marketplace patrons until she arrived at her favorite spice cart. The owner of the cart was a kindly older lady that had taken an immediate liking to Marinette the first time she had came to the market. She had spent that first day being led around by the older woman, who knew all the best merchants and who offered the best deals for their product. Marinette always made a point to come find her each time she came to the market, even if her shopping list didn't include spices. She spotted the woman in her usual spot. She wore a soft peach colored blouse, rolled up at the sleeves, and a flowing black skirt that reached her ankles. Low heels adorned her feet and her thick, long gray hair was wrapped into a high bun on her head.
"Bonjour, Mme Dubois!" Marinette waved and called out to her as soon as she was close enough. The kindly woman looked up at her name and smiled in Marinette's direction before finishing the transaction she was working on with a customer. She thanked the customer and walked around to the front of her cart to greet Marinette with a hug.
"Bonjour, Marinette! How many times must I tell you to call me Louise?" The woman good naturedly poked Marinette in her side as they broke apart from their hug.
"At least once more, Mme Dubois. It's habit, but I'll try to break it for you!" Marinette's laughter rang out.
"It's good to hear you laugh again, petit dame. I was worried about you there for awhile. You looked so exhausted and pale, I was sure you were coming down with some nasty bug. Speaking of…" Louise turned around and ducked back behind her cart, emerging a moment later with two steaming cups of tea. Waving Marinette back, she set up tea service for them and placed a small tray of baked bread and cheese on a tiny table behind her cart. "Join me, Marinette. I've been waiting for you to return to the market so that we could continue our afternoon tea breaks. They're often the only break I get!" Louise chuckled at Marinette's sympathetic face, waving off her concern. "Now that we're all set up, why don't you catch me up with what you've been doing lately. Worked on any new projects? How did that shirt for Adrien turn out?" Louise picked up her tea cup and crossed her legs before looking over the rim of her cup at the younger girl in front of her. In truth, she was worried about the young lady in front of her. Marinette looked a bit healthier than she had when she had first wandered into the market nearly two months ago, but she could tell the younger woman was still not up to snuff. She had her suspicions as to what was wrong with the younger girl, but she would never pry. If Marinette didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't bring it up. The young girl was wearing a beautiful pastel blue sundress that had little sunflowers splotched in random patterns all over it. The skirt of the dress was flowing and loose, but the top was fitted to Marinette's small frame. As she watched Marinette come around the side of the cart, her figure was momentarily profiled. Bingo, Louise thought, I knew she was pregnant. You could barely see Marinette's bump, it could've been just the remnants of a big meal to the untrained eye. But Louise had four kids and seven grandchildren, so she liked to think she could spot these kinds of things with ease.
"He loved it. The green you helped me pick out really compliments his eyes. He wore it to work today." Marinette reached down and picked up her tea cup, adding honey and sugar before stirring it and setting her spoon on the tray. She gingerly took a sip of the steaming liquid, rolling her eyes up before closing them. "Good grief, this is delicious. Just what I needed today. I've been able to keep more food down lately, but liquids are harder for some reason. I can't even look at a glass of water anymore." Marinette sighed. She really couldn't wait to get this sickness out of her system. It had been over two months of exhaustion and puking her guts out. And yet for some strange reason she was still gaining weight. Now that she was feeling a bit stronger, maybe Tikki would transform her again. She had originally thought she could run around the rooftops as Ladybug for exercise when they first moved to Loire, but Tikki refused to transform her more than once or twice a week. She wouldn't tell her why either, just that she couldn't be transformed too often. It was strange that Tikki gave her this power, but then immediately set limits on it. As far as she could tell, Plagg had put no such restraint on Adrien's transformations. Adrien transformed every day he had to work. Marinette wanted to be upset at Tikki about it, but she hadn't had the energy for transformations anyways. But maybe now…. "I'm thinking about starting the design on my wedding dress. I've only drawn a hundred different sketches of it, I need to buckle down and just pick one so I can start gathering my materials." She laughed.
"Have you picked a date for it yet?" Louise wondered if Marinette would finally say something about her pregnancy. After all, the wedding would have to be planned around her growing bump or postponed until after she had the baby.
"I was hoping for a fall wedding, but it might be too soon. And I need to get rid of this pooch before I can even think about wearing a wedding dress." Marinette gestured to her stomach.
Louise choked on her tea, trying to rasp in breath while looking at Marinette incredulously. She doesn't know? Louise thought in surprise. I can't believe she has no clue. "I wouldn't worry too much about it, cher. You'll want everything to be perfect, so just take your time and plan it out right." She wanted to tell the younger girl, but it wasn't her place. They finished their tea and snack and Marinette stood up and stretched. The sun was starting its descent in the sky. Her hands stretched over her head as her back popped, before unconsciously slipping down to smooth her dress over her bump. Louise watched her with an amused expression before she stood too and gave Marinette a hug. "Come back and see me again soon. We need to do this more often. Here, give me your phone and I'll put my number in it. Come visit me at home sometime soon, okay? My husband would love to meet you and Adrien." Louise took the proffered phone and typed her information into Marinette's contacts. She handed it back to Marinette after she was done, and watched as she tucked it under the blanket nestled into her basket for safe keeping until she got home. With a smile and a wave, she watched as Marinette walked back into the slightly less crowded market to get her items. As she was turning around to clean up their tea cups, she caught a flash of black and blue out of the corner of her eye. Looking up fully, she thought she could see a silhouette of a man trailing just behind Marinette, but she brushed the thought off. This was a market after all, and people were bound to be visiting the same stores at some point. No reason to upset Marinette with speculation after all she had been through.
Marinette was grateful for the late afternoon snack to tide her over until she could get home. She worked her way down the line of booths, looking at their wares and passing up the things she didn't need. Once her basket was full of the different herbs and produce she needed, she started to make her way back towards the entrance of the market. As she was walking, she could feel a strange aura coming from one of the alleyways. She tried to ignore the compulson she felt to go check and make sure everything was okay. She didn't have good luck with dark uninhabited spots, after all. There was plenty of light and life in this place, surely someone else would notice it and go see what it was. She kept walking, but the further away she got from the place radiating the aura, the harder it became to walk. It was like a magnetic pull was trying to drag her backwards. In her tired state, she didn't have much energy to resist. Tikki pressed against her chest, a calming presence against the overwhelming sense of dread radiating around Marinette. She had felt this presence before. Suddenly, everything became clear. Time moved slowly as her eyes flew open and she tried pouring every ounce of energy into running away. How did he find us?! We were SO careful! No, I need to get back to Adrien! I need to tell him…" Marinette's thoughts dimmed as she felt herself being overpowered by the ominous presence. Her head swam as she fought to stay conscious, but she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. As she started to black out, strong arms arrested her fall.
"Found you, la mia perduta moglie."
Marinette woke with a scream on her lips. Her head lolled back as she tried to get her bearings in the darkness surrounding her. A single light bulb hung brightly over her head, casting everything outside of its pool of light into deep shadow. The air was musty with the smell of decaying wood and dampness. She couldn't see beyond the circle of light to find anything to help her figure out where she was. She was grateful to find that her clothes were still intact, at least Luka hadn't crossed that line while she was unconscious. Her arms burned uncomfortably and her eyes cut to the side to find they were tied to the couch she was situated on, spread out along the back of it in a sick mime of relaxing after a long day. The tightness of the wire biting into her wrists was anything but relaxing, however, it was nothing compared to the terror she felt as she noticed her legs were chained to the legs of the couch. They were pulled apart, the length of the chains not allowing her to press them back together. Her heart rate picked up as she put the clues together in her head. He intended to take her again. This time by force. There was nothing she could do about it. A tear leaked out of her eye as she strove to keep her composure. Maybe Tikki could get her out of the chains.
"Tikki… Tikki… Please, please transform me. I need to leave before he-" Marinette's quiet pleading was interrupted by a sinister laugh coming from the shadows just beyond the light. Her eyes tried to focus on the area she heard the laugh coming from, but only saw darkness. Summoning up her courage, she spoke to the darkness. "I know it's you, Luka. You might as well show yourself. Quit playing games." Maybe if she put on a strong front, she could get him to trust her enough to release her restraints. Luka understood power, and Marinette could act powerful if she needed to. Another laugh, this time wilder, rang out before Luka's shadow fell over her. So he was behind her. She strained her head around as she tried to catch a glimpse of him, anything to keep him in her line of sight so she knew what was coming. He seemed to know what she was trying to do, because he stayed just out of her sights.
He slid up to her, savoring the feeling of finally capturing his prey. Now he had all the time in the world to play with her before disposing of her. The pretty boy wouldn't even notice she was gone until too late. By then there would be nothing but pieces of a body to find and cry over. He smiled as he reached down to stroke her hair, moving it away from her ear and neck so he could lean close to her and whisper, "Let's make our reunion something memorable, bella." He dragged his tongue from her earlobe down her neck, stopping to suck a mark into her pulse point. He continued to kiss and suck her skin over her shoulder, down her arm, before coming to rest with a light kiss on the front of her left hand. He looked at her bare fingers, anger flaring up again at the destruction of his mother's ring.
"I see you managed to get my ring off. Tell me, did it bother Adrien that you wore it? That I had you so thoroughly, more than he could've ever dreamed? You chose to marry me instead of him, how did he feel about that? Was he angry with your-"
"SHUT UP! LEAVE ADRIEN OUT OF THIS! He's innocent! He," Marinette's tears choked off the rest of her pleading as her hormones once again swung into action. Now she was terrified that she was going to die by this sick man's hands. And she knew it wouldn't be immediate, either. He would make her suffer before ending her. "Please… Just leave him alone."
Luka smirked as he came around the side of the couch. "No, no I don't think so. You're not exactly in a position to be making demands of me, il mia amore. But I've got an idea of what I could use with the position you're in…" He turned around and reached for something in the darkness, his back facing her. He whipped around and her eyes widened. In one hand was his special knife, the one he carried with him everywhere, along with a silk gag. In the other was a small egg shaped contraption that was faintly buzzing. Her whole body started to tremble as he got closer, a wicked smile across his handsome face. He had time to change and get cleaned up to make himself blend into the market atmosphere once he knew where Adrien and Marinette were staying. He now wore a button down black silk striped shirt, his serpent head belt buckle against a black belt, and black slacks. He had on his expensive Italian crafted shoes. Now, he was in his element. Causing pain, destroying life, the sheer power associated with breaking someone down, it was almost too much to handle. Almost.
He placed the silk gag in her mouth and tied it behind her head. He crowded her as he leaned behind her to tie it, pressing his nose to her pulse point and inhaling deeply before pulling away. He stayed over her, placing a leg on either side hers and bending his knees until his weight was supported by her stretched legs. Her legs trembled violently but she held him up. Pleased, he put the knife blade flat against her chin, tilting her head up until she was forced to raise her eyes to his. Her eyes were frantic, trying to look anywhere but at his face. His magic spread around her, encompassing her and dulling her panic. "I don't want to have to put you under again, bella. I want you to be able to scream while I destroy you." He let his knife glide down her neck, careful not to knick her porcelain skin, before coming to a rest right above her heart. "I can smell cat all over you. I've never been a cat person, so we'll have to get rid of his smell. I see he's tainted your heart, turning you against me. That won't do. But first, I don't want you to think I'm completely heartless. Your pleasure is important to me as well, that's why I brought you a gift." He held up the egg shaped gadget, which Marinette belatedly realized must be a vibrator.
She started to thrash against him, forcing him to clamp down to avoid being thrown off. He whipped the knife across her chest, a shallow cut starting to ooze blood almost immediately. She stilled and gasped for breath as he climbed off of her. Pushing her dress up to reveal her simple pale pink underwear, he crouched down until he was eye level with her most private part. His knife slid between her underwear and her skin, forcing a shiver out of her at the coldness of the blade. He pulled and the knife cut through the thin material, rendering it useless. He relished the feeling of the pull of the knife as it sliced the material so much, he couldn't help but grip the bottom of her dress. With a quick swipe upwards, he sliced clean through her dress all the way up. Leaving the dress to hang off of her, he noted that he had accidentally left a cut across her stomach. Putting aside that knowledge for the moment, he came back down to her now exposed pussy. He noticed how she was fruitlessly trying to cringe away from the knife and the vibrator and smiled up at her. "Don't worry, this'll make you feel good."
He turned the vibrator on to the medium setting before dragging it down her folds. She gasped above him as her body started to respond to the stimulation. A low moan escaped her lips as he pressed it to her harder, letting the wetness provide the lubricant he needed to push it in. Once it was fully seated inside of her, he turned it up that last notch to the highest setting. She bit down on the gag as she tried and failed to contain her screams. Her body was betraying her to him again, and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt his mouth wrap around her swollen button and then she was releasing as his tongue flicked over it, lapping at her juices. The vibrator continued to assault her over stimulated muscles, not giving her a chance to recover from her orgasm. Luka lifted away from her pussy, dragging his knife along her skin once more. He straddled her again, palming one breast as he circled her other nipple with his knife. She continued to twitch and jerk as the vibrator stimulated her, unable to stop herself from causing a number of shallow cuts from the knife. He smiled at her efforts to stop herself, pressing the knife against her skin harder before slowly dragging it in a circle around her nipple. Blood fell in fat drops as she screamed around the gag, tears pouring from her closed eyes. Her breasts had been very sensitive the last few weeks, so the pain was nearly unbearable as he carved his crest of blood around her nipple, all the while roughly pinching her other nipple. Her legs shook against his weight as she struggled to remain conscious. Annoyed, he rose above her and backhanded her across the face. "Be still, donna. You're killing my good mood."
Marinette continued to shake like a leaf, unable to regulate her breathing. Luka climbed off of her, disgusted. "I thought you were stronger than this, Marinette. What happened to the spitfire I met in Milan?" He kept talking as he reached between her legs to grasp the controller dial for the vibrator and turn it off. Instead of pulling it out by the small cord, he roughly shoved his fingers into her, stretching her out before yanking it out. She threw her head back as her eyes sought anything that could help her escape. She took deep breaths, trying to quail her panic at his fingers being inside of her. Luckily he didn't linger.
"You used to be beautiful in your strength, mia caro. The way you got that fire in your eyes when you made a decision you knew would get you in trouble, when you were using those gorgeous lips to pleasure me; it was such a turn on. Now, you can't even handle a little pain," he pressed his thumb against the gash circling her nipple and she cried out again. He stood, moving to the side a couple paces to inspect her ringless finger. "Let's discuss how you broke my hold over you. Tell me, how did you manage to get it off without cutting off your finger?" He looked at her interestedly.
Her head rolled around to look at him, a glimmer of the fire he spoke of in her eyes as she uttered only one word. "Adrien." The amount of love and respect she put into his name seemed like a pointed attempt to infuriate Luka. Judging by the hatred written on his face, it was a successful one. She smiled at him despite the pain in her cheek from his slap. Despite the pain radiating from all the cuts he'd made so far. Despite everything, she still had the nerve to goad him. Losing his temper, he slashed the knife down across her knuckles. She cried out in pain, but the heat of her glare remained the same, her eyes never leaving his. He pressed his thumb along the angry welt, savoring the slick feeling of her blood on his fingers. She didn't cry out again.
Just saying his name somehow gave Marinette strength, and she would bend that strength against Luka if she had the opportunity. For now, she needed to get the chains off her arms. She stilled her body, allowing herself to go limp. She hoped he would believe she was broken once again, and become the cocky asshole she remembered from the club. She wanted to keep her eyes open so she could see him at all times, but it would show vulnerability if she closed them. She let her eyelids drop until just the thinnest strip of sight remained to her. She could see his calculating look as he took in her new position.
Luka wondered what game she was playing at by acting docile all of a sudden. To test her will, he passed his hand over her nonbleeding breast once more, squeezing it before pinching her nipple between his finger and thumb. Besides a slight shudder, she didn't move. He grinned wickedly. He wondered how long she'd be able to play at being unconscious if his dick was inside of her. The fight in her spirit was what attracted him to her in the first place, so he would allow her that while he buried his shaft into her. It made the game more exciting if his prey fought back anyways. He turned back to the shadows for a moment before brandishing wire cutters. He walked to her left hand stretched out and roughly jabbed the cutter between her skin and the wire, cutting it away from her wrist. She didn't move her arm or acknowledge that she could. He moved to the other to give it the same treatment, managing to catch a bit of flesh in between the blades. Blood welled but still her arms didn't move. Nodding in approval, he threw the wire cutters away.
"I know you're still conscious, Marinette. You may move your arms."
Marinette's eyes popped open as her jaw hung. "H- how did you know?"
"You forget about my magic. I can taste each emotion you have as you experience it. Your mind is like an open book to me, one I look forward to shredding once I've reached the end of your story. Besides, it's no fun if you don't fight back. I'm hoping you indeed plan to fight back, unless you've decided to come to your senses and join me as my Queen?" Luka smirked down at her with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Her answer wouldn't change what was about to happen, but it was fun to watch her try to figure out a way to use this info to her advantage.
"I'd rather be burned alive." Marinette let her conviction soak into every word of her reply.
Luka leaned in close, placing his blood streaked hands on either side of her face, "That can be arranged, piccolo prigioniero." He was just a breath away from her now, but her steely gaze never faltered. "That's the fire I was talking about. Get angry, Marinette. Our fun is only just beginning."
His hands trailed down her neck before he stood up and started to undo his belt buckle.
Marinette's eyes widened as she realized what was coming next. Having her hands free was a plus, but it wouldn't be enough to stop him from raping her again. She frantically thought of any way she could stall or distract him, but none of the ideas that came to mind were helpful. It was while she was racking her brain for ideas that she heard Tikkis faint whisper.
"Marinette. You have to stall him. If he loses control while he's inside of you, his magic could hurt the baby."
Marinette's breathing stuttered as she processed Tikki's simple words. "Baby? Tikki, what are you talking about? Now is not the time to spring this on me!" Marinette's mind raced against the implications of Tikki's words. A baby, she thought, that explains it all. How could I have possibly missed the signs? I thought it was just stress. How could I have been so STUPID? True, unadulterated panic set in as Luka glided towards her, his long legs no longer covered by his designer slacks and his cock standing at the ready. Marinette was terrified of what he would do to the baby. What did Tikki mean about his magic affecting the baby? He wasn't gentle last time and she was sure that he wouldn't be this time. She didn't have time to be happy that she had Adrien's baby growing inside of her, a little kitten of their own, as Luka's hard shaft came closer. Her hands came up to ward him off by any means possible, but he was expecting this and grabbed her wrists. He pinned them above her head with one hand while he used the other to caress her face with his cock. Her strong facade broke as she started to whimper. "Tikki, spots-" her mouth was suddenly full of Luka's shaft before she could complete her call to transformation. Tikki cried out softly as she helplessly watched her holder's mouth become too full to talk. Marinette's gag reflex was even stronger now that she was pregnant, and it didn't take but a moment for her to start choking around his cock.
"Uh uh, mia bellissimo. I don't know what you're muttering about, but whatever it is won't be able to save you from me. No one knows you're here. Even your pretty boy has no idea. He's likely preoccupied by the spectacle I put on at the train station earlier today," he pulled out of her mouth and tilted her chin up to face him. "You see, I needed to know where you were, bella. So I staged a little…. incident. Your wanna be hero boyfriend couldn't resist playing the good guy and talking me down from a ledge. Not that I was ever in danger anyways. Does it bother you that he rescued me? That he had no clue who I was or what I had taken from you? That he could've let me die and you wouldn't be here right now?" He laughed as she glared at him in pure hatred. He gripped his shaft to guide it back into her mouth, still laughing.
"I swear to god if you stick that thing back in my mouth, I will bite that shit off." Marinette spoke in a low raspy voice, throat and mouth still raw from the constant gagging. She knew immediately that it was the wrong thing to say as his laughter cut off abruptly.
"Then where do you propose I 'stick it'?" He leaned into her face with a smirk that only promised pain and misery for her. "If I might, I certainly have a suggestion. If you don't mind of course. Then again, it doesn't really matter if you do or not…" He kissed down her neck as his hands skimmed down her body towards her center. "Bella, I think you've let yourself go since we were together last." His hands caressed her rounded stomach and Marinette's composure completely deserted her.
"Get your fucking hands off of me! Stop! Keep your filthy hands away-" Marinette stopped in horror, terrified she had given away too much.
"Away from what, Marinette?" He took in her expression and looked back down at her stomach. When his eyes raised back to hers, he could hear her breathing hitch. The terror was coming off of her in intoxicating waves, so strong he nearly got drunk off of it. She knew she had given too much information, and his smile sealed the deal. "You have been naughty without me around to keep you in line, cagna." He bent down and drew his nose across the swell of her stomach. "We'll fix you up, though. I'll carve that thing out of your stomach. Maybe if you behave while I'm doing it, I'll replace it with something even better instead of killing you." He reached for his knife and leaned back, running the blade along the same path his nose just traced. He whipped his hand up as if to prepare to bring it down in an arc and slice across her stomach. Her hands flew to her stomach in a vain attempt to protect it from him. He used his other hand to pin her wrists down once more, pressing into the line of broken skin and causing a burning pain to race along her skin. She started to sob uncontrollably.
"NO! PLEASE! I'll do anything! Please, just don't-" her sobs cut off her words, knowing it was pointless. Luka was ruthless, and she had just presented him with the perfect weakness to exploit.
"Anything, huh? Well, I think something could be arranged." Luka brought the knife down, slamming it into the couch next to her stomach. Marinette flinched hard, and her hysterical cries filled the room until he backhanded her again. "SHUT UP! Stop snivelling and be strong, Marinette. You know how I hate weakness. Be strong, mia regina. Be strong and you might save that disgusting cat's spawn. Now, let's return to our deal. Anything, correct? Well, for starters, if you want to keep me happy, I suggest you act like you're enjoying what's coming to you." She nodded brokenly. Satisfied she would no longer resist him, he dropped her hands. They remained limp on either side of her on the couch. He tested her out, sticking his finger into her mouth to see how she would respond. She dutifully sucked on it until he pulled it back out. "Good girl. I'm going to unshackle one of your legs so that you can lay down. You will lay down and do nothing else, otherwise I'll run your stomach through. Do you understand me?" Her bottom lip trembled, whether in anger or horror he didn't know, but she nodded either way.
As he bent to work on the chain lock, Tikki spoke to Marinette once again. "Marinette, I'm SO sorry, there's nothing I can do to help you if you don't transform. But, please don't lose all hope. Plagg is close, I can feel it! He's transformed Adrien and they are heading in this direction. So if you can just hang on until they get here…" A tear fell down Marinette's forehead, directly underneath where Tikki was hiding in her hair. Survive until Chat gets here… Can I even make it that long? I'm fucking Ladybug and I'm powerless to stop this from happening. How can Marinette Dupain-Cheng possibly hope to make it out of this alive? Chat… Adrien… He would've been so ecstatic, he's always wanted to be a father. I can't rob him of that opportunity. I WILL find some way to protect the life growing inside of me, and I WILL make it out of this alive. If all I need to do is just hold on a bit longer, I can do that. No matter what, I will believe Chat will rescue me. "Don't worry, Tikki. I've got this. Please, slip out and wait for them outside. Hurry." Marinette's lips barely moved as she gave Tikki her orders. She knew the kwami would protest under normal circumstances, but they were out of time for arguments. She felt Tikki place a tiny kiss upon her head before her comforting weight lifted out of Marinette's hair. She just hoped Tikki would be able to get out in time.
Just then, Luka stood up and she noticed the vibrator was once again in his hands. She watched him warily as he approached, lifting her now free leg and placing it along the back of the couch so that she was forced to lay on her back with her legs spread open. He flipped the switch on the vibrator back on and brought it down to her folds once more. Instead of sticking it in again, he ran it up and down her slit, the vibrations causing her nerves to ignite once again. He stuck the tip of it into her after a few passes, using the wetness to lubricate her and the motion to open her up. He held it to the bundle of nerves, looking at her expectantly. She took her cue and moaned loudly, hoping that it would help Chat pinpoint her location if she was loud. Luka's wicked grin was unnerving as he turned the vibrator off and tossed it somewhere further down on the couch.
He climbed up onto the couch, towering over her as he slammed into her without any warning. He groaned at her tightness, it felt like her walls were trying to strangle his dick. Even pregnant, il suo bellissimo was the definition of pure seduction. He slowly pulled out of her before slamming back in. He relished her screams as he set a punishing pace. Her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, and the blood that had oozed out of her body glistened as it mixed with stinging sweat. Her nails racked his back as he continued to pound into her, the pleasure pain spurring him to continue. But it wasn't enough. He needed to break her down and rebuild her into something he could use. He needed more force to be able to hit the deepest part of her while she screamed his name. He pulled out of her and sat on the couch, grabbing her arm as he settled down. He yanked her on top of him, her legs straddling either side of his. His grip was like a vice on her arm. "Ride me, donna. Ride me like your life depends on it."
She swallowed before starting to lower herself down, trying to ease onto his thick shaft. He had other ideas. He gripped her hips with bruising force, slamming her down on his cock once more. He moaned as her warmth enveloped him once again, enjoying the feeling of filling her up and stretching her out. He slapped her ass to signal to her that she needed to continue on her own. Or else… He ran a hand across her stomach as a silent reminder. She apparently understood as she rolled her hips before lifting off his cock again. His hands on her hips guided the pace until he was satisfied she didn't need guidance. His hands roamed across her stomach and sides, leaving scratches along the skin as she continued to bounce. "You weren't this quiet last time. You'd better moan your little heart out before you never get a chance to see your pretty boy's baby grow up…" Her moans and cries of his name mixed with his as he captured her bloodied nipple in his mouth, lapping and sucking at the red liquid until the area was clean once again. Then he bit down. Her scream echoed off the empty walls and her pace stuttered. If she kept over exaggerating so loudly, someone would surely notice. He forced her to still on top of him. He reached a hand across his chest and wrapped it around the handle of the knife still stuck into the couch, and pulled.
She leaned back just in time to avoid most of the impact from his elbow crashing into her stomach, but it still connected. Marinette didn't know a thing about pregnancy, but she absolutely knew that any impact to her stomach could be detrimental to her baby. She felt nauseated just thinking about it. Her nausea churned even more as he put the knife to the skin of her stomach. He pressed down hard and started to carve around the top of her bulge. She screamed as the knife parted her skin like butter and blood began pouring out. He ignored her screams, putting his mouth to it and started lapping at her once again. She couldn't look at all the blood pouring out of her stomach, otherwise she'd pass out and be left to Luka's mercies. She keep her eyes forward as she attempted to quail her screams at the pain radiating from her stomach by placing her hands over her mouth, she noticed that they were no longer alone. I did it. I survived until Chat arrived.
Chat froze in horror. He couldn't fathom what could cause her to have the triumphant expression currently on her face. He was certain his expression only held one thing: the intent to murder. His eyes burned with a righteous anger, as his heart rate picked up. He had made it this time. He was able to rescue her. A chilling smile graced his face as he recalled how close he had come to almost failing. Almost, but not. Chat thought about the moment he had realized a simple trip to the market had become something so much more sinister. And as he gazed at the back of Luka's head, just how a random rescue wasn't as random as he originally believed. His nostalgia took over as he continued to prowl quietly in the shadows, his tail swishing angrily as he let his mind focus on remembering how he got there while he planned out their attack.
After Adrien had taken a hot shower, he sat on their bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscles felt much more relaxed now that he had let the warm water run over them. He was exhausted from traveling so much, physically and emotionally. It took a lot out of him to go back and forth between Loire and Paris, but Marinette's safety was worth it. He sighed and fell back onto the bed, letting his eyes slowly close, as he let the fan wisp cool air over his bare chest. Out of nowhere, his heart sped up and chest tightened. He found it hard to breathe and his throat felt thick. He gasped and sat up, clutching where his heart was located. Adrien frantically searched around the expansive room for anything that could be the cause of his agony, but everything remained as it always did. His heart pounded loud in his ears and he felt like he was going underwater and the rip currents were trying to tear his body apart. Sheer panic filled his head and heart, making the room grow smaller. His vision became blurry and a sudden sharp pain circled his nipple like a slow burn that kept steadily growing hotter by the minute until he couldn't take it anymore. But that wasn't the worst part. It was the heat that was pooling between his thighs at the same time, coaxing him to become aroused by an unseen force. All at once it became crystal clear what was happening. The alarm bells rang in his mind while he ran over to grab his phone from his nightstand, immediately knowing who he needed to call.
He flipped through his contacts, as he shrugged on a pair of boxer briefs, dark blue jeans, and a plain white deep v-neck tee. He held the phone to his ear, as panic nestled into his chest and further impeded his breathing. He stumbled and grabbed his keys from the table. "Hey, Alya! I need you to help me out with something. Can you tell me what tracking app you used to track Marinette before?" He shrugged on a black and neon green bomber jacket and quickly threw on his orange converse shoes. They were still his favorite, even though he was older.
"Why do you need to know? Is my girl in some sort of trouble again? You know I got your back." Alya began to talk in a frenzy and he could tell she was putting on her classic mama bear voice. He knew better than to mess with Alya when she was in that state of mind.
"I just need it to calm my nerves. You know how I worry about her…?" His voice went up at the end of his sentence, as he lied through his pearly white teeth. He didn't want to involve her in this. She had helped enough as it is and he felt like it was now his burden to handle alone.
"Alright, I'll send over the app information, but when this is all over… you better fess up golden boy because I'm not buying what you're selling me!" She poked at the air and hung up on him to send him the information.
Adrien cringed and took his phone from his ear to look over what she had sent. He frantically pulled his app store up and searched for it within the site. Adrien found it with ease and nearly dropped his phone in the panic, as the burn increased on his chest and the warmth and throbbing in his cock made it harder to focus. "God, Marinette… I don't know what's happening to you, but I'm going to murder the FUCK out of whoever is behind this and I have a DEEP ROOTED speculation about who it might BE." He clenched his teeth and tapped on the glass of his phone harder to try and get the app onto his phone, while the pain and pleasure increased.
"I SWEAR TO GOD THAT MOTHERFUCKER IS GONNA PAY!" His jaw hurt from clenching it so tight, but he didn't care. He watched the bar fill up with green before it flashed that it was done downloading onto his phone. He opened the app and put in Marinette's information and it immediately began to track her location. "Got you, motherfucker!" He laughed triumphantly and got into his car, slipped the key into the ignition, and revved the engine; before, he sped off in the location of the red ladybug on the GPS map.
While his driving was highly precise and in tune with the lights, traffic had other plans. The streets were packed full of cars and everyone seemed to be honking and trying to inch their way through. He slammed his hand onto the steering wheel as a new burn began to settle in along his left knuckles. He felt like he had been whipped along the back of his hand and he ripped it from the steering wheel, shaking it in the air. "This bastard doesn't know when to fucking quit."
Plagg suddenly emerged from his jacket and tossed a piece of camembert into his mouth. A yawn split his mouth as he peered at the traffic and cast his gaze from the dense line-up of automobiles to Adrien's furious eyes. Adrien's expression could have set the whole city in flames and it didn't take Plagg long to understand. Plagg quickly became aware that Marinette was gone, and that only he and Tikki had the knowledge of the precious cargo she was carrying, putting her in more danger than Adrien currently realized. He knew Tikki would be mad, but he couldn't hold it back anymore. Adrien needed to find a way to get to her fast and with this traffic, it would be nearly impossible to reach her in time. "Kid, you've got to go faster! Marinette is in danger. Tikki won't be able to hold him off much longer. I know you didn't want to find out this way, but you've got a kitten to protect!"
Plagg's words filled his mind and replaced all of the pain and pleasure running through his body with an intense urge to run. He didn't care how he was going to get to Marinette. He didn't even really register what Plagg had said. He had just heard the words he needed to go faster, that Tikki wouldn't be able to hold him off much longer, and the word kitten. KITTEN repeated itself in his mind like a broken record, cracking and starting over and over again. Driving his instincts to the brink as he put everything together. Marinette's sudden 'illness'. Her exhaustion that lasted for days at a time. His countless hours of researching and bribing Plagg to tell him if he was right. His annoyance at how the black cat god hadn't answered him or gave him the runaround. Adrien leaned back in the seat in a daze. He ran his hand through his hair and flashed his emerald eyes at the black kwami beside him before returning them to the traffic ahead. "What did you just say?"
"Which part? The 'go faster'? The 'Tikki won't be able to hold him off much longer'? Or…. the part about a kitten?" Plagg crossed his arm across his chest and examined where his claws would've been, attempting to appear unphased by the whole thing.
Adrien shot his hand out and grabbed the kwami in his fist. The heat and pain all centered into his hand that was busy squeezing the helpless little deity. "How about you start with the KITTEN?" His nostrils flared and he spoke through his clenched teeth, as car horns rang out around them. He was done playing around. He needed answers and he needed them now.
"Tikki and I saw a strange phenomena the night you mated with Marinette. One that we've only seen a handful of times: a golden light orb went into Marinette's stomach while you were both sleeping. I was going to say something, but she told me not to. She wanted you to find out on your own, but you two never did. I thought by now surely one of you would have put two and two together, but I was wrong." Plagg sighed and looked at him with an irritated expression. "Humans, I swear. Especially after all the research you did. You'd think you would have just had her take a test to rule it out…"
"PLAGG…. NOW is NOT the time to fuck with me about this…" Adrien hissed and released the kwami from his fist. The knowledge was too much for Adrien to handle; he suddenly opened his car door and bolted out into the street. People yelled out their window at him for abandoning his car, but he could care less. Their time waiting in traffic was so trivial compared to him trying to reach Marinette and his unborn child in time. His unborn child…. The thought derailed his train of thought yet again, equal counts of worry and pride and terror and love vying for his attention. He was so happy to have his own little family, yet terrified because that meant that that two timing snake had more than just Marinette, he also had his baby. His kitten. He growled and ducked into an empty alleyway. "Plagg! Claws out!"
A green light enveloped him and he pulled his baton from his back. Chat opened it to find the tracker was now tracking Tikki. He internally thanked Plagg for keeping track of his other half and in turn, tracking Marinette as well. Maybe the little pain in the ass was useful after all. It wasn't that he didn't think the world of Plagg, in fact, he probably loved the little cat more than he should by this point; it was that Plagg had the unique ability to be the most unhelpful asshole possible when it didn't benefit him in some way. He extended his baton and took off in the direction of the ladybug on the chartreuse map.
He sailed past buildings, scaling the ones he could and vaulting off of the ones that he couldn't as the burning along his flesh grew stronger the closer he got to her location. He growled at the thought of someone else's acidic hands on his fiancée. He kept running, letting his anguish fuel his momentum. The marker on his tracker flashed brighter and he landed on the roof of a building. He peered over the edge and took in the rundown architecture in front of him that appeared to be an old rundown building. The outside of the building was made up of beautiful white stones, now marred by trails of ivy. Years of rain had left the stones discolored. The windows along the second floor were all smashed in but the windows along the ground floor had some sort of dark curtain covering them. Odd considering the state of disrepair the rest of the building was in. They looked to be black out curtains, which only served to confirm that Chat was in the right place. He heard muffled screams that sounded like Marinette and his anger only intensified. A sharp pain shot across his stomach and he hissed out in pain as he clenched his arms around him. Wrapped his fingers along his sides. He winced and growled, realizing something had changed and now Marinette was in more danger than before. Someone was not only hurting his kitten, but was also destroying the one person that made him feel like he had a home. If he didn't have her than he didn't have anything at all. Every fatherly instinct inside of him expanded until he couldn't hold back anymore.
Whoever had them would pay a hefty price. One he was willing to deal without so much as a thought. The image of what he wanted to do to this person once he got his claws into them filled his mind and a dark catastrophic smirk fell to his lips. If this man wanted to play… he'd play. He'd play harder than the asshole that held Mari captive. He approached the building with purpose, trying to gauge the best way to enter without being noticed. He noticed a red blob hurtling towards him and he held his hands out just in time for Tikki to alight upon them.
"Chat! Thank goodness, you're finally here. We don't have much time, Marinette-" Tikki's emotions rose and choked off the rest of her sentence. She swallowed hard before being able to continue. "It's bad, Chat. You need to get in there. She's holding on, but just barely. The baby-"
"We'll talk about the baby later, after they are both safe. You have some serious explaining to do, Tikki." Tikki hung her head as tears fell from her eyes. Chat put a claw to her chin and raised her small head up until she was looking at him through her tear filled eyes. "Hey, for now let's concentrate on getting them both out of there safely. Don't worry about the rest."
Tikki zipped up to Chat's face, nuzzling it fondly before floating in front of him. Her tiny fists clenched as she looked at Chat with a burning gaze, "Let's go. Follow me." She led him around the side of the house, where a door was hanging off its hinges. He trampled weeds almost as tall as Marinette to reach the door, the pungent smell of grass and earth tickling his sensitive nose. He took a deep breath before stepping inside.
He snapped back to the present as Marinette's gaze turned glassy. He didn't know how close she was to going into shock, but he knew they had to act fast before any more unnecessary stress sent her over the edge. He halted his prowling but continued to hide in the shadows to keep a low profile, so as not to let her see the full extent of his rage. Knowing his Marinette, she would try to shoulder it as penance for her position, instead of directed towards the slimy serpent below her.
Marinette could feel the intense relief wash over her at his arrival, but she couldn't make out anything about him beyond his profile. He stepped towards her and suddenly his expression was crystal clear to her: he was horrified at what was happening. A small part of her panged at the sight of his revulsion, hoping against hope it wasn't directed at her. She shook the thought off and tried to signal to him without moving too much, lest Luka become aware of what was going on. But Chat was now frozen, unable to tear his eyes off of the position his finacèe was in. A gauntlet of emotions ran across his face the longer he stood there: disbelief, disgust, concern, confusion, and betrayal (that one caused her heart to clench painfully) all chased each other across his face before his expression settled into cold fury. He looked into Marinette's eyes, setting aside all emotion except his extreme hatred for the piece of shit currently feeding off of Marinette like some fucking vampire. Right above the space his child currently inhabited. He lifted a gloved hand, holding up three claws to signal when Marinette needed to make her move. She understood instantly, they had been a team for too many years for them to not be on the same page in this moment. She slipped her hands on either side of Luka's head, bracing them against the couch so that she could lift herself up and off of him at the right moment. Tikki silently floated forward until she was directly behind Luka, her eyes sad but determined. Marinette's expression reflected Tikki's as Chat's gloved fingers continued the countdown.
Two things happened once Chat reached zero: Marinette shoved off of Luka, shouting "TIKKI, SPOTS ON!" as she did; and Chat leapt across the room with his baton at the ready. He landed behind the couch and put the cool metal against Luka's throat, forcing his head back as he pressed it against his windpipe.
A/N: Just to clarify, the baby is Adrien's. There was no mention of a light orb when Marinette was with Luka, and the light orb is the start of Mari's pregnancy. Anything to do with Luka was cleansed by Tikki. But again, there was NO baby from Luka's rape. The baby has always been Adrien's, and now both holders know. I would even venture to say that had Tikki picked up on a pregnancy when she cleansed Marinette, she would've immediately said something.